Angels in the storm

I could draw perfect angels in the storm,

With my words, but not my hands.

I could try to paint the devil,

On the keyboard, not the paper.

I should want to write a saint,

With big deeds and honour high,

Instead i descent where heaven isn't nigh.

Reviews

[TheUnrulyWriter]

Great poem! I've never read one like this before. I'm not sure what the meaning is, but it sounds like it's about making art of some sort, maybe literature, as a way of releasing thoughts and/or emotions. Whatever the true meaning is, this is very well executed and has a smart and mature tone to it! :)